if you love me let me know
or I'm surly gonna go
I don't want your lies
or your failed tries
I just want a love like a rose
so tender and sweet...
if you look underneath thorns your sure to see
for I hold manny scars
and some run just alittle to deep
if you took the time to care or listen
mabe you'd see how much you've been missing
for everything's bottled up in side
manny feelings I have to hide
but you don't care you just look on
as this wilted rose is now to far gone....
"Hi, I'm-"
"I know who you are."
"You do?"
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"Yeah?"
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
How to beat procrastination (part 2) by Picolo-kun, journal
How to beat procrastination (part 2)
Most of the excuses for not drawing is lacking of ideas. On part 1 of this journal I explained why I find it useful to keep a notebook with you, and to write down your ideas whenever possible.
This second part is about developing the habit of drawing. Hope you find it useful!
:bulletblue:Create the habit of drawing:bulletblue:
First thing to know about creating new habits is that it works kinda like inertia law:
"An object at rest will remain at rest unless acted on by an unbalanced force. An object in motion continues in motion."
Which means that the more you postpone your drawings the more you'll feel like delaying them. This procrasti
Snow angels fall to the ground
The world is once again pure
A winter wonderland
Then the earth changes her gown
Spring comes alive
Melting the snow and ice
The summer sun smiles
As she shines down on the land
Warm breeze plays in the grass
Leaves change colors
And fall to the earth
The days once more become cold
As the sun sets early
And night is allow to play
With the bright moon
I gave my heart away
to the boy
with rosy cheeks,
but he kindly
gave it back, saying
'It's not meant to be'.
I gave my heart away
to the boy
with big brown eyes,
and he gently
held it in his hands
and loved me by surprise.
I'm the little girl
In the big room
I'm the little ball of fear
Rolled up in the corner
Once again I find myself
Standing on the border
Of the line, the edge
Slowly falling over
Making my thoughts bend
Like the curves in the river
But in the end
The flow will never differ
My legs are like the water
Heading for the fall
How the rocks try to slow me
They make no difference at all